I live in an unfit house and raise my granddaughter Bohdana myself.
We barely survived this year. We had no bread for eleven months. Bohdana and I thought we would die. It is good that my sister lives in Zaporizhzhia– she sends us some money (UAH 50 or 100 from time to time). We can buy bread, at least. Ordinary food has become a real treat for us.
